A (not so)
personal
diary

The model, a crafted small scaled replica of the spaces we envision, remains difficult to compete with for a 2D generated render image, regardless of its impeccable detail. Engaging with an object that you can touch and observe from different angles allows for a very personal projection into the space, reminiscent of how we’d do as kids. In its imperfection of being assembled by hands and not a machine, the model awakens the latent child within us, this creature still deeply attuned to the joy of play as part of its intrinsic nature. Thus, it creates a profoundly human connection between us – the makers and the users- the ones that try to imagine themselves inhabiting our spaces. A common language, that we all aim for and struggle with. Because who doesn’t like to play?

“The poetic image […] is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.” ― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space In the heart of an unfinished construction, where structures and forms are yet to find their completion, lies a special kind of beauty. Amidst the raw and undefined, each corner sparks our imagination, inviting our minds to complete the “picture” with our own narrative, weaved from our personal sensitivity, expectations and interpretation of what will be. In a very short and determined frame of time – in the interplay of possibility and creation - each of us can find echoes of “future” memories.